at 12 years old, Sabiasachi was sure he was born to be “bloody famous.” He just wasn’t sure what he’d be famous for. The middle class did not speak like that in the pastoral Chandernagor, a small town in West Bengal, about 30 miles from Kolkata. His father was a chemical engineer in a wool factory, and his mother was an artist who taught cooking. She told him to stop saying such things, otherwise the neighbors might think he was crazy.
When he was 14, he moved to a small room in his paternal grandmother’s house in the chaotic postcolonial town of Kolkata so he could attend a good high school. He has always received 100 – which in India means inevitably being traced in science. “I thought the education system in India was like an arranged marriage, where they push you into a system and ask you to find love,” he said. “At the same time, I knew that if I didn’t drop out, I would eventually become an engineer or a doctor, which I didn’t want to do.” . For the last six or seven seconds before he fell asleep, he was frantically trying to make his way back. His mother, traumatized, hit him and forced him to vomit. He then dyed his orange hair, and his father, who was very strict, softened and took him to the Trincas restaurant, where Sabasachi stood on stage and sang Madonna’s songs. But without a sense of direction, he remained depressed and dropped out of school for three years in a row.
One of the few bright spots in Sabasachi’s life at the time was his cosmopolitan neighbor, 26-year-old Mita Goose. Bold and modern, she wore short skirts, style shoes and blue eyeliner. (This was in the 1990s, when trends passed through India about a decade late.) It didn’t matter that she was married, and he was only 15 – they were kindred spirits interested in life outside their immediate surroundings. . When Ogaan – one of the most exquisite multi-designer Indian boutiques in India – opened down the street from where they lived, Sabasachi was captivated. Studying clothes, he decides he wants to be a designer. He sketched a portfolio for Ghose that included a neon pink cropped jacket and a turquoise mini skirt inspired by his idol Madonna, and Ghose told him he would become famous. Sabiasachi chased Ogaan until a salesman finally reviewed his sketches. They were nice, the salesman said, but he needed more experience.
While his mother was buying paint at an art store, Sabiesachi saw cheap Indian beads – gold, wood, shells – capturing the afternoon light and decided to create his own jewelry collection. Thus began his novel with Indian materials. There was something so beautiful and joyful in ordinary Indian ornaments, with their complexity and imperfections. He found a peddler selling his necklaces and earrings in plastic boxes of typhin on a street full of cheap jewelry vendors. When Sabiasachi checked in the next day, everything was sold. A doctor who bought a set of necklace and earrings with painted wooden beads for 165 rupees (approximately $ 2) said his job must be at Bergdorf Goodman. This was the first time he had heard of the store.
When Sabiasachi told his family that he intended to apply to a design school, they were frightened and upset. How can their brilliant boy become a short tailor? Ghose sent her husband to explain that the designer was different from the tailor and that Sabasachi had an unusual talent. However, Sabasachi’s parents were reluctant to pay for his entrance exam, so he sold his science and math textbooks to cover the fee.